By Erica Sofrina, Speaker, Teacher and Author
“The time will come when with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine, give bread, give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life.”
In this illuminating message the poet Derek Walcott talks about the moment we arrive at our own door and welcome in the stranger that was once our self.
What brings us to this place of remembering who we are? Do we arrive there all at once, or do we arrive there, and forget, and arrive again and again, each time finding another piece of the puzzle that makes up the mysterious entity that we call ‘ourselves’?
I believe our lives are a journey of dismemberment in order to remember who we truly are.
Like Isis who searched the world over for the body parts of her beloved Osiris, I spent years journeying through life like an amnesiac, gathering piece after precious piece until I began to recognize a form taking shape.
These precious ‘rememberings’ often came after a period of intense emotional pain.
So I ask the question, is emotional pain a bad thing?